O-Dark-Thirty

Leap Day happens every four years. This is it. Some very fortunate (unfortunate) people are born on Leap Day, which is pretty cool in my mind. Some famous people born on Leap Day were Dinah Shore and Pope Paul III. Terence Long, baseball player. And Tony Robbins. Wow. The guy started out with a Leap and just kept going. I don't really have anything to say today. I simply ponder the oddness of it. My best selling app so far is one that Apple rejected, Vayne League Champion. John wrote the text. So far, just on the Droid side, we've sold over 100 of them. Well, they're free, but still, it's cool. Just like Leap Day.

What a misnomer. Nobody can manage time. People can only manage what they do with their time, not the time itself. Many things in life fascinate me. Sometimes I take notes. Once in a great while I make a cheesecake. Or can pickles . Or pickle jalapenos. Or pick ripe tangerines from the backyard of a foreclosed house that Darling and I happen to be looking at. (Here's a tip - most citrus trees have thorns.) The tangerines are delicious. The jalapenos are gone, but I may be able to make some more soon. Pickles are a long-term goal to make, but the store-bought ones are still tasty. I bought a cheesecake to remind myself that mine is so much better. And I found some notes. Apparently I studied something on time management, and I do recall the speaker, Franklin Covey's famous James Cathcart , saying that the concept of "Time Management" is an oxymoron.  As a matter of fact, that's my first note. The notes are in my handwriting, lightly in pencil, on a couple pieces of...

Dreams are short. It's true. They must take almost no time at all. I know this because my alarm went off this morning and I hit the snooze. Then I dreamed. Yes, it was this ugly in my dream In the dream there was a couch. I sat on the couch and was joined by my three younger brothers. I don't know what age I was, since it seemed to vary. Let's just remember this is a dream and give me some leeway on the details. I'll give you the same consideration. Now this was a time traveling couch, or a space traveling couch, or both. I'm not sure. I do know all four of us were on it. We traveled to Grandma's cottage. (Isn't that interesting how I always think of it as Grandma's cottage, not Grandpa's, even though it was his refuge? Or we simply called it The Cottage, and everyone knew what we were talking about.) At first the cottage wasn't there. The couch was simply on the riverbank, and we had a good view. I manipulated something, I think it was shaped...

It's not a prime day. It's not a bonus square or cube day. It IS first double-digit day, so we get a bonus post. No, really, what happened was that I was thinking about my resume yesterday (and actually sent it off to someone who might be able to help) and then I saw this post today. And now I realize why my cover letters don't get interviews, why my resume doesn't excite HR to stop the presses and call me. I don't have this guy's sense of worth. Enjoy! This link goes to the article, but here's the letter, copied directly. Dear Open Source Staffing & NYC PHP Meetup Group: I'm super awesome and have incredible experience compared to this - it includes the required experience below plus I am trained in MMA fighting, am the mayor of multiple Chipotles, Starbucks, and locally famous restaurants in downtown NYC, and I type really fast. You want to hire me more than anything and you'll be disgusted at how fast and responsive your API is when I...

We all need a happy place, somewhere we can go and things are just - better. When I was a younger man, already in the workplace (so in my twenties and thirties) my happy place (in my mind's memory) was a spot in Washington State. I actually wrote a short essay on it when I was in a Creative Writing class in college. Living in Washington State was a happy time for us, my three younger brothers and I. At the time I was in the end of fourth grade and all of fifth grade. I don't really know how happy it was for Mom and Dad, but I'm pretty sure the four of us thought we were close to Heaven. That includes the times we went with Mom to pick strawberries, and the time that I popped a strawberry, complete with attached stinkbug, in my mouth and chomped down on it. We lived on about five acres of land. When we first moved into the house almost all the land was covered with trees. I helped my Dad build a chicken coop, which is a subject and story all its own, and would include my two...

Thieves and scoundrels, that's what they are. May they be cursed with misfortune and may all they stole slip from them, giving them no prosperity, but only grief. Thieves stole Darling's purse, which included her wallet, driver's license, credit cards and <gasp> her new iPhone 4S, which they promptly turned off so it couldn't be tracked. And they have no parking lot camera. What bothers me most is that Darling blames herself. That's ludicrous. She had her purse in the basket at the 99 cent store, loaded the car, forgot the purse and drove off. Within minutes she came back, realizing she forgot her purse and it was gone. Some people will jump on that and say that she's to blame, but wait a second! If I found a purse in a cart, I'd take it into the store, totally untouched, and turn it in. If any of my children found it, they would turn it in. Any honest person would do so. Only a thief takes what doesn't belong to them. This wasn't Darling...